This Ain't No Potbelly, People

A few weeks ago, while grocery shopping, a cute little old man came up to me and stated matter-of-factly, "You're having a baby!" I smiled and told him that I was and he was all kindness and congratulations when his wife pulls up with her little cart and reprimands her husband, saying, "You can't just go up to people and tell them they're having a baby--they might just have potbellies!" The cute man points at me and responds with, "That ain't no potbelly." No sir, this sure ain't no potbelly, this is a baby, a big one I might add. So here I am in all my glory at 25+weeks (yes, the + is very important). And as you can clearly see, this sure ain't no potbelly.

I may be huge and I may have a double-chin already, but doesn't my hair look great? Pregnancy is great for hair, at least! (I insisted on getting a pregnancy shot before church so that I at least looked decent and was wearing something besides sweatpants, my outfit of choice these days. I'm lovin' the maxi dresses. They hide the already swelling ankles. Darn this dang humidity. I've had about enough, already).
And Will had to get in on the action, too, of course, giving me some kisses while I made a funny little face. That boy is too cute and really is my best accessory! Now, if you know what is good for you, you will proceed to comment on how darling, how small, how beautiful I look as a pregnant lady (unlike most of the comments I receive while at church, such as, "Wow. You are going to be big," or "Are you having twins?" or "How much longer do you have?"). Let the comments begin.....